Zhang Xiaojiang, Hu Jing, his parents… 'Could he really leave them behind?'
He looked at the faces around him—envy, jealousy, mockery, clamor, one-upmanship, smugness…
Such were the myriad states of human life.
'Is Wangtian really that much more impressive than Moo Shan? Not necessarily. With a backer as powerful as the Demon God Sect, Moo Shan could be even more impressive.'
'And what about him?'
Back when he was fighting in the mortal realm, he and Zhang Xiaopang would go all out, fighting ruthlessly. But they still lost more than they won. Even their victories were hard-won, often just scaring their opponents away with sheer ferocity.
Inside the hall, outside the hall—only a few steps apart. He thought about everything that had happened since he arrived at Celestial Heart Castle.
Wang Meng smiled. He understood. Since he couldn't just ignore Yang Ying, Little Fatty, and the others, there was only one path for him to take!
